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Damian Wayne hated Jonathan Kent.
Maybe hated is bit to exaggerated, but he definitly didn't liked him. Which apparently was to difficult for this ray of sunshine personified to pick up on. He quickly bacome Damian's second least favorite person. Tim will forever be number one.
They met during one of the galas. B-Day of one of the wealthies of Gotham's 'royalty'. Clark Kent, his dad's friend was invidet along with his wife and b̶r̶a̶t̶ son to the ivent. He was an reporter who was supposted to make an interview with the jubilarian. Damian, unfortunately was there to with his father and Selina. Clark quickly noticed Bruce and went to casually chat with him. Reporter's wife, Luis started conversation with Selina. Damian directed his attanction to thr kid, about his age standing behind his mother. He seemes closed off and nervous, anxiously glancing at Damian from time to time. His first ipression on Jonathan being just tentative lily-livered coward, turned out to be very VERY false.
When Luis said "Why don't you go talk with Dami?" the chains broke loose. The kid turned out to be bubbly extrovert (the worts type), and just didn't wanted to talk to him with out his parents' promission. Damian was pushing him away, but the boy stayed with him. Their bickering turned into arguing, to the point where Selina quickly took Damian to eat something, to just walk away. He was later talked how he "shouldn't have acted like this" and "poor Jon" by his soon to be step-mom. But Bruce remained silent. His face was mixed expression between ambressment and.. understanding(?).
Few weeks after this ivent, Damian was informed that he will be going to a new school for gited kids. It was 30 minutes ride from home, so he didn't need to sleep in boarding school. He didn't wanted to go at first, but was convinced by his g̶r̶a̶n̶d̶f̶a̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ butler to go. When he walked into the class, his worst nightmare materialized. Jonathan Kent siting in the first bench. The kid imidietly smiled and waved to Damian much to his horror. The teacher told him to sit with the boy, it was the only free sit.
Some time passed. Damian didn't made any friends. Most of the kids were put out by his strange bahavior and avoided him at all coast. Only Jonathan didn't seemed to be bothered by his habits. One day, he missed school due to injury after fighting as Robin at night, and had to borrow notes. He only had Jonathan's number so for the lack of other options he called his hause. In the phone he heard voice of some old lady, probably his classmate's granma inviting him over supper. He visited them, and even thought he insisted to leave he was bombarded with sweatness to the point where he gave up.
Jonatha's life was so.. normal. But also boring. His grandparents were sweet old cauple that almost caused him to catch diabetes. Ofcorse, Luis and Clark were there too. Turned out Sr. Kents waren't living in Metropolis, but were staying over weekend. Damian spend most of the time playing with Kent's dog, Krypto. Maybe he will visit them again. To play with the dog ofcorse.
Over time, their meetings outside of the school bacome more and more frequent. Damian felt like Jon was using the smallest excuse to hang out with him after hours, and suprisingly Damian found it less and less anoying as days went by. He even started looking out for those ocasions, even initiating Jon himself. It was very awkward with his annoying siblings, but they menaged to surviwe with bit of Alfred's help. He even showed his classmate's his pets and let him play with them.
Everything was going better and better until one fatal day..
Damian had horrible night. He got kinnaped by Riddler. Had another argument with Tim, he and Tim were olways ignoring each other or fighting for the smallest reason. Why would even Tim like him? He was so much better at being Robin, then he was. He would never live up to stakes that previous title carrier set up. On top of that his grandfather send another assasin to slaughter him, and Cassandra took deafeating him on herself. And ended up bleeding to the point of loosing consciousness. Damian felt horrible, not wanting to talk or see anyone. But despite his pathetic state, he was still aproached by Jon.
"Hey, everything's okay?" asked the boy looking at him with his icy blue eyes.
"Stop protending that you care" growled Damian, turning his head in oppsite direction.
"I care!" snaped Jan with unusual iritaction in his voice.
"And I won't leave you. We're friends and friends are for each other in the darkest hours" said Jon crossing his arms and standing with out a single step.
Damian really had snapped. His mother's family who was supposted to take care of him, used him as weapon. Forced to train until he couldn't get up anymore. Mercenary that his mother hired to get him away from her and Bruce and find normal home insted used him as addiction to his band of rogues until he ran away. It took him months, to get used to his father's family even thought he didn't showed him any reason to love him. And even they would suffer because of him. His father taking all hits directed at him, Dick skiping time with his friends to train with him, Cassandra protecting him at all coast and others. And kids at his age? They saw him as spoiled brat, and only tried to befriend him to get money or other things out of him. He was betrayed by people who supposted to love him, pushed away by other and those who he let inside were suffering because of him. So why let someone in? And now, the boy he saw as one geninuine person was lashing out at him.
"I'm NOT your friend you idiot! Why are you olways going after me!? Protending to like me, acting as if you care!? You're ####### idiot if you thought I will fall for your stupid game, again, I'm not your friend and I will never be, Kent!" shouted Damian furious letting out all anger and frustractions and boiled up inside of him.
Jon was staring at him for a while with shocked expression. After few shoet second, that felt like hours his eyes turned watery.
"I- i-" kid tried to say something, but was cuted by Damian.
"Are you deaf or what!?" grared Wayne and left the room, taking his backback with himself.
Once he calmed down and was riding home with Alfred, it hited him. What have he done? Now he lost his only friend.
......
Jon didn't understand. What have he done wrong? He thought that Damian finally started opening up. Teaching him how to draw better, walking together with his dog and even inventing him to the manor. He just wanted to help, he saw that Damian was in so much pain and wanted to help him open up. His father even encaurged him to do so. It was all going good, and until an incinet during this evening.
......
Clark was standing outside of the door of his son's room with traubled look on his face. His wife was righ behind him. They were on a date, and when they came back they heard sniffing and cries coming from their Jon's room. It must have been something at school, in the morning he was in a perfect mood happy to leave.
"Sweetie, can we please come in?" asked Superman softly knocking on the door. He could open them with out a problem, but didn't wanted to discurb him son's privacy.
This time weak and tired voice answered "C-come in.."
Luis slowly opened the door, revaeling Jonathan siting on a bed, cruled up. Superman walked closer towards his son and turned on his night lamp. The light revealed boy's glassy eyes, his runny nose and rozy cheaks with tears still coming from his eyes. He was avoiding his parents' gaze. Clark also noticed broken desk. Jon was still learning how to use his powers, and could eazily lost control on them while being stressed and unfocused. Both Kents sited on the ben and hugged the crying child.
"It's alright, we're here with you. Will you tell us what happend?" said Clark moving Jon's hair from his face.
"D-d damian. He-he said that.. that" he bursted into another wave of tears. It took while for him to calm down.
"He.. he said we-we're not friends anymore, and th.. that I-i was only pretending" stutter out ten year old.
Luis and Clark didn't said anything. Just sat there with their son in a big hug. They knew that talking futher, right now would only make matters worse.
.....
Meanwhile in the Wayne's manor after Damian came back from school he went straight to his room and laudly slammed the door. He didn't even went for a supper and to do his usual training with Bruce and Dick. He even declined playing with Dick's dog, which was very unusual. Nightwing tried to talk to him, but was met with katana threats and flying pillows when he opened the door.
This evening he was supposted to visit his friend Jon, but came straight from school. Alfred and didn't knew anything. So Dick decided to take matters into his own hands. He asked Tim for Bruce's phone password and looked Clark Kent's number. After few signals someone took the phone.
"Good evening, did I call in Mr.Clark Kent?" asked Richard.
"Good evening, yes it's me" he heard familiar voice.
"I'm Damian's older brother, call me Dick. My brother came out from school furious and refuzes to leave his room. Did something happend during his wayne to your hause?" said Dick using his most polite voice.
"Oh. From what Jon told me, your brother must have a fight with him, before he came back home" explained Clark with his voice visibly hiding some inner frustraction.
"I'm so sorry, for Damian. (I will talk to him.. when he let me)" added Nightwing in his head.
Rest of the conversation went awkwardly. Both Dick and Clark were hoping that boys will reconcile after somr time. But they were proven wrong. Damian was avoid Jon like a plague, and Jon didn't wanted to aproach him. Both heros could see that their realtives has bacome more apathetic and eazy to anger.
So if the friends won't get togehter on their own.. They had to take matters into their own hands.